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  No one draws my blood.

  They are not that stupid. They wouldn’t even try.

  This little bitch between my legs doesn’t seem the least bit perturbed by her recklessness.

  It’s like she’s forgotten who I am.

  What I can do to her.

  How I would take great pleasure in watching the blood drain from her body.

  As she slides her mouth down on me again, I tear the knife from her hand. But she’s quick—quicker than I expected—and pops off my cock to climb my body, taking the knife back. And before I know it, the blade is at my neck as she straddles me.

  “Put yourself in me.”

  “You’ve got some nerve.”

  “Hey, you plan to kill me anyway, so what’s the harm?” she says right over my mouth, surprising me by digging the knife into my flesh.

  So, I reach my hand down to slide my cock inside her, following her fucking order.

  “Now, shut up and fuck me before I decide to kill you first.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Sailor

  He brings out the bad side of me, the one I put away many years ago. Dillan, for all his lewdness, brought out a softer, more placid side in me. I wanted to be perfect for him, not myself, and I thought that was a good thing. That I had changed and wasn’t such an impertinent bitch anymore. But as Keir looks up at me in shock, I wonder if it was such a smart thing to do.

  Should I have pushed that side of myself down?

  I was a different person.

  I had a different life.

  The life Dillan offered me was a better one than the one I had been living. It provided more opportunity instead of the bloodshed of what I was used to.

  Yet here I am, back in the damn thick of it.

  Bleeding on top of America’s most dangerous man, letting him fuck me.

  Correction, I’m fucking him.

  Watching him closely as he watches me with amusement.

  Completely bewildered.

  Like he can’t quite work out who I am.

  Hey, dude, newsflash! Neither can I.

  That’s the issue here, isn’t it?

  And, well, the fact that the man whose cock is inside of me plans to kill me anyway.

  So, why am I letting him share my body and steal it for his own pleasure?

  Fucked if I know.

  Maybe because his cock is great. His lips are magical, and his tongue talented.

  I used to want to change myself and what I did. Then I met Dillan and liked myself just a little. Then I began to hate myself even more when I realized who I was married to.

  I had dreams of having a normal life—married with kids and a home—the whole white picket fence and all that bullshit. But that’s very different from what I knew in my teens and early twenties.

  As I look down at Keir, I wonder if he would have liked the old me if he knew her. Not the placid one who did everything her husband said. She was a shell of a person. Dillan made me a shadow of who I once was.

  I don’t hate who I used to be.

  I kind of miss her.

  “Little slut.”

  I want to slap his face as hard as I can. Instead, I dig the knife into his neck a little deeper until I see the first drop of blood. He grinds his teeth, and faster than I can process, he takes the knife from me and throws it across the room, then flips me over, lifts me by the hips, and fucks me like I’m his world.

  Dillan never fucked me like this.

  Dillan didn’t even like to eat my pussy.

  Keir fucks me until I come, then he fucks me some more.

  And by the end, my eyes shut without my consent as I drop to the bed unconscious.

  I go to roll over and stretch, but something is preventing me. When I try to pull my hands down, I’m unable to move them. What the fuck? I manage to half sit up to see Keir coming out of the shower, naked, and drying his face.

  “You tied me up?” I yell while trying to pull free. His dark eyes find mine, and I have to remember, even through the amazing sex, who this man is and what he’s capable of.

  “You ran away. Did you really think I would forget?”

  “I came back, you fucking idiot.”

  His tongue darts out and licks his teeth as he takes a deep breath. “No one would dare speak to me the way you do.”

  “Because they’re all your puppets, and you are the puppet master,” I scream at him. “I’m a hostage. There is a fucking difference.”

  “Is there, though?” He leaves me lying there as he enters his closet, and when he comes back out a few minutes later, his trousers and shirt are on but not done up.

  “I need to pee, or I’ll get an infection,” I tell him.

  “I cleaned you,” he responds casually.

  “Your cum is still in my vagina. Let me wash up and pee,” I reiterate, trying not to yell this time around. I’m still naked.

  “I’ll bring Joey in to help. I’m late for a meeting.” He moves toward the door, doing up his buttons on the way.

  “No fucking way. You untie me, now.”

  Keir glances back, his eyes scanning my body. When he reaches me, I think he’s going to laugh in my face. “Make it fast.” He undoes the ties, and I manage to move. As soon as I stand, I rush to the bathroom, stretching as I go. I use the toilet, then turn on the shower and step in. I wasn’t lying when I told him I need to shower. I don’t care if he says he cleaned me or not, I need to clean me. I can see myself in the mirror from the shower and notice dried blood. Just as I start to scrub it off, he walks in, and I see a small nick on his neck as well.

  “Get out,” he growls.

  I ignore him.

  No fucking way.

  He approaches the door, and I reach for him, pulling him under the water. My hands find his cock through his pants, and I cup it, squeezing. “Fucking tie me down again, and I’ll slice your neck in your sleep next time.”

  Keir is a cold, calculating man. Smart, fast, and deadly. His hand encircles my wrist and applies pressure until I have to release his cock from my grip. He’s now standing under the water with me, fully dressed but soaking wet. I smile at him and step back farther as I continue washing my body.

  “Get dressed and meet me in the foyer.” He doesn’t sound angry, and that has me worried. Should I be worried?

  “No!” I yell.

  Keir shakes his head and steps out, drenched. As I start to wash my hair, Joey and Roberto saunter in, both sets of eyes on me. I don’t bother covering up as they get to me—I know what they’re here to do.

  “Turn the water off, Sailor,” Roberto states with a preciseness to his voice I haven’t noticed before. I do as he says then Joey passes me a towel. I take it, wrapping it around my body and stepping out. Two sets of hands land on my arms and pull me out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Keir is heading toward the door.

  “Coward,” I call out after him.

  He pauses. I wait for him to speak, but he says nothing and walks out.

  “Can I at least get dressed?” I ask the boys.

  Joey lets me go to take up a post at the door as Roberto pulls my bag over and nods his head to it.

  “Don’t suppose I can get any privacy?”

  Neither of them replies, and I know that’s my answer. Reaching for the first thing I see, I pull it over my head and slide on some underwear before Roberto takes my wrists and ties them together. “Sit.”

  I do as he says and sit on the bed, my wrists tied in front of me. At least I’m sitting up this time. Joey hands me a black remote before he touches a button, and a television lowers from the ceiling.

  Ha. Didn’t know that was there.

  “Do you think he will do it himself?” I ask.

  Once again, I get no response from either of them.

  “I don’t think he will. Small penis and all.”

  Roberto cracks a small smile before it’s gone. He knows I’m lying. Keir has an amazing penis, asshole that he is.

  “Food will be
here soon. I would suggest you keep your mouth shut when he comes back,” Joey says, and Roberto nods in agreement before they both step out.

  They leave me tied to the bed with wet hair.

  Assholes.

  I stay where I am all day. The kid, as I like to call him, comes in and puts food on the bed before Roberto lets me up once to use the bathroom and eat, then he ties me back up before leaving.

  And here is where I have stayed the whole time.

  I should have run when I had the chance.

  Why did I go back?

  Am I that stupid?

  You can bet your bottom dollar I will not make that mistake again. If he doesn’t kill me first, that is. And everything I’ve learned about him leads me to believe that is what he plans to do.

  Showing his authority, Dillan’s price for payment will be my death.

  I know it.

  “Do you feel like sucking cock?” I turn to find Keir walking in, pulling his jacket off and throwing it on the bottom of the bed. He undoes one button on his shirt and focuses on me. “Sailor?”

  “Sure. Just let me sharpen my teeth real fast.” I smile at him, grinding my teeth.

  “I see you’re still upset. I’d change that attitude if you expect to eat.”

  “Fuck off!” I scream at him. He strides around to the side of the bed, cups my chin, leans over me, and bites his lip. I watch every action with how close he is.

  “I’m not a man you want to piss off, lollipop.”

  I try to shake my head to remove it from his grasp, but it does nothing. “I don’t fucking care.”

  “You will,” he warns, stepping back and walking to his closet. “Phillip, untie Sailor so she can get dressed. We have dinner plans.”

  The door opens and the young kid comes in, cuts me free, then walks out as I rub my wrists.

  “If you run, you won’t live to see the morning,” he says casually, his back to me. “If you even think of stabbing me, my men will hunt you down and kill every person you ever cared about.”

  “I hate you,” I seethe.

  “Hate brings out the best sex, wouldn’t you agree?”

  “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “Back to the club, so dress like a whore.”

  “I’m not a damn whore.”

  “You are my little whore.”

  Looking for something appropriate to wear, I open my bag and search around, but I have nothing. The sexiest thing I have is what I had on when he met me, and that’s now ruined. Plus, my heels. Shit, my heels! I look for them and don’t see them anywhere. Searching under the bed, I see no sign of them.

  “Phillip.”

  Phillip walks in holding two bags at Keir’s call and places them on the bed. I look at the brand names on those bags and have to blink twice.

  “For you, Miss, to dress for tonight.” He nods and takes his leave once again.

  Quickly, I peek inside one of the bags and have to stop myself from smiling. It’s a box of shoes, and not just any shoes.

  “You took my other shoes?” I ask him as I hear his footsteps approaching.

  “I did. You don’t rent if you are on my arm. Now, get dressed.”

  “I don’t want to be on your arm.”

  “Lucky for us both your decision-making is poor, so I will handle everything from here on out because we both know mine is excellent.”

  I grab hold of one of the incredibly expensive shoes and throw it at him. He laughs as it sails on by him on his way back into the closet.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Keir

  She dresses. Finally.

  If I were a normal man, I would say she takes my breath away. Because she looks absolutely stunning right now.

  Blue is her color.

  And those heels were worth every penny as they sit on her crossed feet in the car.

  She hasn’t spoken, and I wonder who this woman is with this brazen mouth sitting next to me. I like her. A lot. More than the placid person she was before.

  “Why do I have to go in there?” She peers down the alleyway and runs her hands up and down her legs.

  “Because I said so.” I get out, not giving her anything more and stride to her side of the car to open the door for her. She steps out, her hands wrapping around her arms as she stands next to me.

  “Are you cold?”

  Sailor licks her lips and doesn’t answer as she makes her way to the entrance. The door opens, and the hostess smiles when she notices it’s me. She pulls out my red band, which means I’m not here to play, then looks to Sailor.

  “Both yellow,” I tell her, and Sailor whips her head back to me, her eyes wide in anger. Not sure what she expected.

  “I’m not touching anyone nor letting anyone touch me down there.”

  “If that’s what you think.” I smile at her, and she bites the inside of her lip as the lady places the wristbands on us.

  Red means you came to support and watch.

  Yellow means you’re interested but with someone.

  Green means you’re up for everything.

  She’s dressed in blue. And even if that color means fuck all, I plan on fucking her. Even with a yellow wristband.

  Fuck, she looks good.

  “I’m not letting anyone touch me. If they do, I’ll kick them where the sun doesn’t shine.” I hold in my laugh at her outburst as we walk down the stairs. She doesn’t even look back as we reach the bottom. Instead, she walks straight to the bar where we met last time.

  I didn’t know then I was going to take her, but I’m glad I did. She has been my favorite thing I have confiscated so far, and believe me, there has been a lot of things, including women.

  “If you say so.” She rolls her eyes at me as the owner waves a woman over to my side. I usually don’t come here to play, but why not today?

  “Hello.” Her eyes flick between Sailor and me. Sailor sits on the stool, crosses her legs, and watches me. “You’re beautiful. We could all play.” The woman is wearing a half cut-off dress, her tits are massive and obviously fake, which doesn’t bother me in the slightest, and her allure is one hundred percent there. So why the fuck do I look to the woman who I’ve been fucking this week?

  She doesn’t meet my eyes. No, the defiant bitch looks away, as if she’s avoiding my eye contact. I grab her chin and turn her to face me, and she says, “Are you not here for work? Why the hell am I here?” she asks.

  I glance back to the woman who’s watching us interacting. “Suck her tit,” I command the other woman.

  Sailor’s eyes go wide, and her body freezes as the woman in red sashays over to us, smiles at Sailor, and reaches for her tit, palming it through her blue dress.

  “Get it out.”

  The woman looks to Sailor for confirmation, but she makes no move to tell her no. I know she likes it, I can see it in her eyes and in the way her breathing has picked up. Sailor isn’t looking at the woman in red, though. Her eyes are on me as the woman in red gets her tit out and wraps her mouth around it. I look down, still with my hand on Sailor’s jaw as the woman in red sucks her perfect tit, licking and circling with her tongue. Sailor wiggles in her seat, but her eyes are locked firmly on mine like she has no reaction at all.

  “You like it.”

  “You’re right. Maybe I’m a lesbian now, and you were never enough.”

  I grip her jaw tighter, and she manages to smirk.

  “Touch my cock, Sailor.”

  At first, Sailor doesn’t make a move to touch me, but I lean forward and bite her bottom lip between my teeth and pull. When I let it go, she reaches forward and cups my cock through my trousers. “All for you.”

  “And the next woman you fuck,” she bites out and grips a little harder. It doesn’t bother me. Her eyes flick to the small scar on my neck and mine flick to hers. Matching. I copped a lot of shit for that scar. All the boys couldn’t believe she’s still alive after they saw it. I’ve killed people for so much less. Much, much less.

  But her tim
e has come to an end, and her week is almost up.

  Soon, I’ll have only a scar to remind me of the woman with the green-colored eyes with hints of honey-brown throughout who could fuck like no other.

  “I loathe you,” she says, then leans forward in my grip and kisses me. I push the woman in red away and take her, lifting Sailor so her legs wrap around my waist. “Fucking hate you,” she growls, then bites my lip through a kiss until I taste my own blood.

  I have never let any other woman I’ve fucked have this much power.

  So why the fuck do I let her?

  I push her ass onto the bar and pull back.

  “You want all these people to watch while I fuck you, my dirty little slut?”

  Her forehead crinkles, and she slaps me across the face. I grab her hand and hold it behind her back as I shake my head at her. Slipping the other hand up her dress, she arches her back on the bar and tips her face up to the ceiling.

  “See, little slut.”

  She wiggles, but I don’t let her push me away as I slide two fingers into her already wet pussy.

  “Sailor?” She freezes, her pussy gripping my fingers, and I smile.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sailor

  No. No way. Jerking my face away from the ceiling, I see my husband standing there, his eyes on me then to Keir. I’m spread eagle with my captor’s hand up my damn dress.

  Smart.

  Really smart.

  “So, you fuck him now, do you?” Dillan shakes his head as I push Keir’s hand away. When my eyes find Keir, I see him put his fingers in his mouth and lick them clean, right in front of my husband. Well, ex-husband, but the point is moot. “You wouldn’t even let me touch you in here,” he scoffs out, then glares at Keir, who sucks his last finger before smiling at Dillan. “But you let this killer finger fuck you in public?”

  “She enjoyed it. Did you not see?” Keir adds.

  The room has somehow gone silent, and people are taking notice of our interaction. We’re causing a scene in a place where we shouldn’t.